Friday
June 6th (6/6 at O600 actually) these stairs, which have always
caused us some concern with their potential for a nasty accident, did their
worst. The banging and clattering, which I heard from indoors and hoped against
hope was not Ian taking a tumble, proved to be exactly that!
Of
course it was also a morning with no phone service so a quick trip to the
Primary School principal’s quarters, which are a mere 400 metres from our front
door was required. Luckily for us he was already heading to Bajo and to the hospital
so we were invited to go down with him.
The
swelling was already developing and we were sure it was broken at that point.
Thankfully
after a considerable wait and a good deal of jostling in the crowd waiting to
be attended to, a very cautious examination followed by X-rays, showed that it
wasn’t broken and the doctor declared it only a 3rd degree sprain.
Nonetheless
it needed to be plastered.
Crutches
replaced the wheelchair, which would have been next to useless given the
terrain around our home and schools and we were allowed to leave the confines
of the hospital.
The
next 9 days were spent mostly in this position and not attempting to negotiate
those stairs again after the slow and painful backwards-climb up, on Friday
afternoon.
Of
course as you may imagine, the terrain between here and anywhere else is a
nightmare for the crutch user. Added to the general undulations, broken
surfaces, potholes, exposed tree roots and open drains is the fact that the
monsoon is now well and truly with us so it’s wet, muddy and slippery to boot.
I
thought I would start the tradition of signing casts and see if there were any
takers in the local community.
By
the following evening the flow of guests coming to see sir and bearing gifts of
food, as is the Bhutanese tradition, had started and following the initiative
of both our staffs visiting, over the week more and more students arrived and
delighted in adding their initials and get well messages to the plaster
It
wasn’t until Sunday that the stairs were once again braved. An outing for me to
buy supplies for the coming fortnight and a chance for an almost stir-crazy Ian
to escape the confines of our abode, was by now long overdue.
Then
waiting roadside for a lift from our “lopen- landlord.” A narrow escape from
having ants crawl inside the plaster was avoided by a bit of quick
maneuvering. At least at this point
Ian’s sense of humour and smile had returned with the new competency on the
crutches!
This
successful outing inspired a few trips to school in the afternoons to finalize
the classes continuous assessment scores over the next week, before the long
awaited return to the hospital to hopefully have the plaster removed.
It
was not exactly a pretty sight despite the 2 weeks of support and restricted
movement.
Now
we are waiting hopefully for the swelling to subside and the bruising to fade
and thinking our plans to visit the Summer Festival in Haa may still be
achievable.
Only
time will tell……